Chapter 137: Luna TUNA
Eren stood frozen between impossible choices, while Kaida waited with the infinite patience of a predator who knew her prey had nowhere left to run. Naia, looking small and terrified, whimpered his name from where she was pushed into the chamber.
Kiran, suddenly freed from her restraints, watched with a wicked grin. Her eyes flickered from Naia to Eren, then back again. "Well, Veilwalker," Kiran purred, her voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "Looks like your luck has finally run out. A sister for a soul, a daughter for power. What a delicious dilemma." She sauntered over to Eren, circling him like a hungry cat. "Come on, then. Don’t keep the lady waiting. I’ll even escort you."
Kiran nudged Eren roughly toward a different door, one of the many carved into the chamber walls, looking far more intimate and less grand than the main entrance. She didn’t wait for him to respond, simply gesturing with a sharp jerk of her chin. "After you, hero."
Eren’s gaze hardened, his eyes locking onto Kaida’s. "You kept your word about bringing me to Viva. But if you think this ends with us simply following you to whatever trap awaits—"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Kiran interrupted, her eyes blazing with manic fury. "You think I care about your pathetic escape fantasies? You think any of this matters to me beyond my own amusement? I’m just here to make sure you get to your next performance." She shoved Eren towards the door with a rough hand on his back. "Move. Luna doesn’t like to be kept waiting."
Eren took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of rage and fear. He glanced at Viva, who stood quietly beside him, her face pale but her eyes resolute. He squeezed her hand, a silent promise. Then, with a grim resolve, he turned and walked toward the door Kiran had indicated.
Kiran followed close behind him, her movements light and almost joyous. As Eren pushed the door open, she leaned in, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "I’m heading out now. Bye, sweet Veilwalker. I hope we can perform another TUNA. I promise not to kill you." With a final, unsettling chuckle, she stepped past him, a blur of silver hair, and then simply vanished from the corridor, leaving Eren alone.
Eren stepped through the doorway. The chamber beyond was smaller, more private, dimly lit by glowing orbs embedded in the walls. The air was warm, scented with something floral and subtly musky, a heavy fragrance that seemed to cling to the skin. Standing in the center of the room, waiting for him, was Luna.
She was a vision in crimson. Luna wore a short, flowing silk shift, the fabric a deep, shimmering red that seemed almost transparent in the soft light. It barely reached her mid-thigh, leaving her long, elegant legs completely bare, their skin gleaming softly in the dim illumination. The shift clung to her curves like a second skin, highlighting the swell of her breasts, the delicate peaks of her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin, almost sheer material.
The material was so light, so suggestive, that it left little to the imagination. He could clearly see the graceful line of her body beneath it, the shadowed indentation of her navel, the soft curve where her thighs met, hinting at the warmth and dampness within. She wore no undergarments, and the subtle sway of the fabric as she moved suggested the freedom beneath. It was a dress designed for pure, unadulterated seduction, to leave nothing to the realm of mystery.